In a bloody battlefield far up north, where bodies of soldiers lie in piles of gore and their weapons lay scattered upon the earth, a creature of legend was about to be born. Their raging souls were yet to be quelled, and they screamed and they fought while they were still earthbound. Bloodthirst would overcome any folk who comes near this battlefield. The enmity of the fallen soldiers would possess all those who trespass.

It wasn't just the soldiers that afflict this land. Miasma floated like fog upon these hills. The spent mana from all the spells the mages had cast and tainted the land with thick corruptive essence. Its presence sends all the magic in the area wild, and all the beasts and ghosts which spawn here mad and diseased. The kingdoms that had warred here blame the other for the damage done to this land despite the two assembling the armies responsible.

The skies above were perpetually grey, laden with rain it had stolen from the surrounding countryside. Darkness veiled the hills, covering all in a perpetual starless night. The sky above was black and thundering, but not a drop of rain fell to the earth. The miasma of the spells had corrupted the very clouds themselves, inducing greed upon the once gentle phenomena.

The surrounding provinces suffered from severe drought. The rain that should have fallen to the earth was stolen by the clouds which lounge over the tainted hills. But the greedy clouds couldn't last any longer for there was only so much rain a sky could plunder before their might could no longer hold onto the very coffers they jealously hold.

Thunder rolled in the sky as the clouds angered and anguished at their hubris. The rain that they had stolen had become too heavy, but they wished to hold onto it until the very end. Lightning flashed across the sky, indicating the anger building up in the clouds.

Then the tainted clouds lost hold of all the water that they had accumulated. The power of such rainfall had generated a fierce and fearsome thunderstorm. Thunder knelled, filling the country with its deep resounding crash. Lightning flashed across the sky as though immortals were battling amongst the clouds. A bounty of rain fell from the sky, filling the valleys and gulleys that had been dried by their greed. The clouds began to disintegrate the water that had made their bodies had begun falling out their bodies.

The climax of it all came with the crash of a lightning strike so bright that it appeared to be a nova brought to earth. A column of solid light descending from the sky, thicker than tree trunks and brighter than the sun itself. The thunder it produced was less of a ringing and more of a forceful shockwave that swept the kingdoms. The thunder could be heard a quarter across the world, and the descending light turned the eternal night into ten years of daylight condensed to a single moment.

The lightning crashed into the earth, incinerating all that was unfortunately under its strike. A black scar had been burned into the dirt. The power the lightning brought down disintegrated even the yet earthbound souls that lingered upon these bloody grounds. May they have been allies or enemies, they screamed as the lightning melted and fused them into one. The metals from the discarded weapons and armors had undergone a similar transformation; the heat and force the lightning had struck had hammered them into a singular molten mass. The magics burned from the lightning's energy. The miasma that blighted the area had burned from the destructive power of the lightning. This strike was monumental in that it scattered the bleeding clouds around.

Forged from the lightning, Thundertail first awoke. His soul was amalgamated from the souls of a hundred soldiers. His bones were made from the steel from which the swords had been forged. Lightning flowed through his veins just as blood would flow in an animal's. Magic suffused his being, granting him locomotion and thought even though he lacked the organs to be able to.

And so, Thundertail opened his eyes for the very first time and saw that he stood upon a battlefield littered with various weapons he seemed to be strangely familiar to. The world around him was wet with rain but also from blood. Looking above, he saw a sky of pale blue between the widening cracks of the thinning grey clouds.

Thundertail turned to himself. His glowing red eyes looked upon his beastly hands. Attached to his hands were fingers that resembled swords more than actual fingers. His feet resembled clawed rakes than feet that belonged to a person, and extending behind him was a short tail that ended in a three-pronged blade. A snout extended from his face with a mouth armed with daggers rather than teeth. Upon his head were two blade-like ears that listened for any threat that may be coming his way.

He looked ferocious and angry that it appeared that he would fight anyone that crosses his sight. His entire existence was shaped to be able to inflict as many wounds as possible on anyone. All the sharp edges that adorned his form were evidence to that fact.

Thundertail clenched his fists and sparks began jumping from his hide. The bountiful lightning that flowed within him jumped at his command. He would have smiled at the power at his disposal if his stiff metal body allowed him to. Although he was just born in the body he possessed, he felt like he had it since forever. He was intimately familiar with every inch of his form. It felt like he could utilize the full potential of his being right at the get-go.

He readied his body, and lightning began to sheath his form. His limbs tensed as he prepared to sprint across the hills. His eyes intensified with their menacing red glow as his power was externalized. His gaze focused upon the path he chose.

And then, in a flash of lightning and crashing thunder, he was off. An electric trail followed his path as he sped through the landscape at lightning speed. He moved at such speed that his feet barely touched the ground, only touching it every ten seconds. His electrified form flashed across the hills until it suddenly stops atop a random hill.

The hill had been far enough to be untouched by the lightning, and as such its grass and litter were still intact. Scattered upon its slopes were pieces of common weaponry: swords, spears, and maces as well as discarded armor and suspicious mounds of dark dirt. He examined the weapons scattered about the floor.

Despite never once touching such weapons in his life, Thundertail found himself dearly familiar with the weapons around him. He picked up one of the discarded spears and found knowledge and expertise float to the forefront of his mind. It was as if he had been trained for all his life to wield the weapon at hand. He swung and stabbed the spear experimentally, and he found them as easy to wield as his limbs. In fact, the more he held the spear in his hand, the more he felt it as another limb than a weapon to extend his reach and capabilities.

He spent an hour or two practicing the spear. The spear was twice as long as he was tall, making it comical to be wielded in his hands, but he was able to wield it skillfully and forcefully struck against an unseen foe. He dodged and ducked under strikes of imaginary enemies as he moved around the hill like a crazed acrobat. He moved with such agility that his movements were a blur.

Confident in cornering his foe, Thundertail readied to smite his unseen foe. Lightning began sparking out of his skin, encasing the spear in bright blue electrical energy. The unseen foe may be too slow to dodge his empowered strike as the spear flew forward, skewering the air with its pointed rod. A lightning bolt jumped from the spear's head, and thunder boomed from the strike. The spear wasn't able to withstand the energies that flowed through its form. The wooden shaft was burned by the electric energy, reducing it to ash. The metal head of the spear melted in great electric power.

Thundertail smiled. He was satisfied.